“I’m ready for you~” (M26/F25) (Facesitting, Rough Anal)

(This is my first ever attempt at a completely original Smut Story; I hope you enjoy!)

Xander quietly paced back & forth in the bedroom, deliberating, sweat slowly dripping down his forehead. He had been married for 2 whole years at this point; A marriage he very much loved & savoured, a candle that he hoped could never burn out, a great oak-tree that would never succumb to Winter’s Grasp, an insefferable bond that couldn’t be shook by any tension…But, there was one problem: Xander had never really wanted kids.

It’s not that he didn’t like ’em, he just didn’t believe that he could handle the responsiblities of being a father; Let alone a GOOD one. He shared these thoughts with the love of his life, his incredible wife, Kiara who also didn’t want to have kids for similar reasons as Xander; She just couldn’t do it, so much responsiblity, so much time, her head would burst!

Xander, despite his pretty intimidating look at first, was the perfect examples of the ol’ phrase: ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover.’ Xander, despite his terrifyingly tall 6’6 stature, long jet-black hair & icy-blue eyes that could kill a Grizzly Bear with a glare alone; was incredibly laid-back, attentive & would never hurt a fly…Unless that fly would dare hurt Kiara, then, there would be trouble.

M4F Free-spirit girl [M25/F25] (public, exhibitionism)

_Note: everyone mentioned herein is at least 18 years old!_

I met Sandra at an evening beach party in California. She was laying in a big towel on the sand, on the periphery of the crowd, listening to her walkman. We got to know each other when we shared a alarmingly large joint of what was called “the fine Colombian,” the likes of which which we did _not_ have in Massachusetts back then.

Turns out that we were the same age (25) and even though we grew up thousands of miles apart, both liked disco roller-skating, and anything to do with the ocean.

I liked her instantly because she was a genuine person. No bullshit, even before she got high. She wore a tank top over a bikini bra, cutoff shorts, and a pair of sandals. I think she was the only chick there without makeup. To be fair, she didn’t need it. Her light brown hair was tied up loosely, like she was just hanging out. Which she was.

We sat cross legged and talked, kind of ignoring the other people, as the stars appeared one by one. I wouldn’t say she steered the conversation toward sex—more like she rather abruptly said that weed made her horny and asked if the same was true of me.

i want my roommate to catch me .. [F23] [Lesbian/Bisexual]

i thought it was .. idk

mia moved in with me about three months ago and she’s been the best roommate ever, we went to high school together and reconnected when i seen on facebook that she was looking to room with someone.

i live in a two bed, two bath apartment, i was living with one of my best friends but you know what they say .. once you move in with someone you really see how they live and well, that didn’t end well, so i had to kick her out.

i got a tad bit lonely around about two months after the incident so seeing mia’s post really sparked some interest in me, i didn’t hesitate to inbox her and ask her would she like to move in.
adding that mia is the prettiest, around 5’6, fit, and i mean FIT, she has family from nigeria so you know her body is magnificent, b cups and a ass i can lay a charcuterie board on.

I’ve always adored her, even in high school she was pretty, she just glows in every part now, i had a bit of a crush on her thats why i became so close to her back in the day.

Primal Ties ( [M-late 20’s] [F-early 20’s] [light bondage] )

He is staring at me with an intensity in his eyes, one I have never seen before. After a few seconds, I cast my gaze downward and murmur, “Do it. Now please.”
He hesitates for one wavering second, then gently picks up my right arm. He plants soft kisses down my forearm until he gets to the smooth skin of my wrist, where he nibbles lightly and then kisses once more. From behind him, he pulls a purple silk scarf. The sight of it makes my breath catch in my throat, anticipating what comes next.
He ties the beautiful piece of cloth first around the right arm-still clutched in his grasp, then feeds the silk through the wooden pegs that make up the headboard. I lift my left arm above my head to match the right, and he swiftly secures it in place. I am now completely at his mercy. This thought makes me shiver- whether from excitement or nerves, I’m not certain.

Hypno toy from work [f21, f25, m25] [forced obedience]

have a think back to another day for me a day you were in the break room sitting down before starting, not in the best mood. You remember david walking in and taking no extra particular notice then u would any other day

He walked by, rather close you didnt turn to see him but you knew it mustve been close as a slight shiver was sent through your entire body. As you felt that shiver shake you down, his hands wrapped around from behind grabbing you wrists and pulling them back, you felt a wave of panic, he was way stronger than u ever realised

As u struggled with ur arms pulled back towards behind the chair you were once sitting comfortably in, the door opened and closed, you were relieved, someone else was in to help you however that suddenly changed a pendant was hanging infront of you, your struggling slowed. You were focused on it when you heard a voice “you remember me dont you pet” the voice said very dominantly. As the sentenced finished stepping into view was lola, you replied with a leangthy breathy but yet soft response “yes” pausing witha few deep outloud breaths before responding “of course”

Tom and Vai Part 2 [MF 20s][dare][mild d/s]

[Part 1](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ytfoih/tom_and_vai_part_1_mf_20sdaremild_ds/)

“Truth or dare?” I asked her. My breath still heavy and my mind racing from what had just happened. I was still standing naked in front of her. Embarrassed, but comfortable. I looked at her hair again, it flowed gracefully down behind her shoulders, I couldn’t see how far. We had played truth or dare since forever, but it had never gone this far except in my imagination, and now it occurred to me, maybe hers?

“Dare,” she said with a grin and playful look in her eye.

“I dare you to raise your hands above your head and keep them there as long as you can. You can bring them down to your sides at any time, and the dare will be complete.”

“Haha deal” she said as she lifted her arms

I picked up her scarf and folded it carefully back into a neat blindfold

“I guess I deserve this!” She said as I tied it gently but firmly around her.

“And much more!” I teased.

Hot tub fun [FF/FMFM 30’s] [Exhibitionism] [Oral] [Outdoor] [Partner swap] Pt 3

I can’t believe this is happening. It feels surreal that earlier this evening I found myself wishing to know what Jay had beneath his trunks and here we all are, naked in Jay & Lucy’s hot tub.
I’m looking my fill now, still from over my shoulder as my fingers run up and down Lucy’s warm, wet slit.
His cock is beautiful, long and thick and so fantastically hard. I feel a sense of power and desire knowing that I helped cause that. Trent is also at attention, and is making his way closer to the three of us. He seems as excited as me for this experience. He’s also well hung, slightly longer than Jay and maybe a bit less girth. He’s stroking himself while watching my digits play with Lucy’s plump lips.
I circle her entrance with two fingers before plunging them inside her again. She leans back with a moan, catching herself with her palms in the deck. Both her tits and pussy up thrust up with this move. As I bury my face between her legs again my husband, Trent, reaches out with both hands and takes one of our tits in each giving them a pinch. He’s twisting my nipple just how I like it while I push my ass up a little further and finally feel Jays fingers on my pussy lips.
He hasn’t penetrated my yet, but his fingers are already covered in my juices. I haven’t had another man touch me in many years and its exhilarating.
Trent leans down to take the closest of Lucys globes into his mouth sucking and lightly teasing her peak with his teeth. She’s moaning from the attention she’s getting from our two mouths. While I reach up to grab the breast not in my husbands mouth, Jay kneels down and parts my slick folds with his hands, getting an intimate view of my pink pussy. He dives in and starts eating me out from behind. I’m grinding into his face while lapping up his wife’s nectar. Lucy is writhing, she’s close to coming from our hands and mouths on her. For every thrust I make into her cunt with my fingers, I push back onto Jay’s expert tongue. Jay strokes two fingers into me, pumping me for more juice over and over. When his fingers are completely dripping, he spreads my wetness up my taint and around my asshole pushing one lubed up digit into my little hole. He’s now fucking both my holes with his face and fingers, it feels amazing. The pressure is building in my sex and I’m going to cum again. Lucy’s is writhing right along with me. I shove a third finger into her while my mouth lightly sucks on her clit. She starts coming apart, we’ve given her a leg shaking orgasm. I’m right behind her as I reach the pinnacle seconds after her coming all over her husbands fingers and face.
Both Lucy and I are breathing heavily with huge smiles.
Trent & Jay are also sporting big smiles & even bigger wood.
“Wow, I loved that.” I say
“So did I” says Jay as he brings me up fully and pulls my body flush with his. My tits to his chest, his hard rod between us. He slants his lips across mine and kisses me passionately, I can taste my pussy on his tongue.
Lucy has taken Trent’s throbbing member into one hand while she cups his balls with the other.
“Looks like you boys could use a little relief now too” she states with a smile.
“I think she’s right, I definitely need to make a closer examination of Jays’ cock”
“Well” says Jay “I do believe I can speak for me and Trent when I say that that would be our pleasure”

My sister-in-law is hopelessly naive… [M31 / F25] [cheating] [groping] [sex]

Mike unlocks the door to his penthouse condo and walks inside, setting his laptop bag down on the bar chair and loosening his tie. He pops open the crystal decanter and pours himself a glass, enjoying the sweet burn of the whisky, letting it calm him after a stressful day at the office.

He looks out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the city below, the neighboring towers rising up from the thick, sweltering heat — only a few buildings soar quite so high as this one. It’s early afternoon, and his fiance Roxy isn’t due home for several hours. Coming and going on different schedules can be frustrating, but they make it work. Sometimes he even uses the time to cook her dinner, give her a nice welcome home. When he does that, she tends to reward him with something he likes, such as a hot and sloppy blowjob, the kind where she ends up plastered in his spunk.

My personal sexgod [f/m] [25-30] [dominance] [tease & denail]

First: I’m not a native speaker – so please bear with me.
I had my first Tease & Denail experience in a hotel in Germany during a business trip. I used to go to the sauna there after work. In Germany you are usually naked there. After a while a man came in. For me he was the epitome of sexiness: tall, very muscular and well-trained. As he removed his towel I could see that he was very hung as well. This man had really got everything from his Creator. We started doing some small talk. I really had a hard time concentrating. This man exuded pure masculinity and awakened in me a sexual desire that I had never known before. Long story short: Of course we ended up in his hotel room. Everything on his body was perfectly defined, every muscle was visible and felt incredibly good under my hands. When we started kissing, pleasure exploded in me. I have never felt such a desire before or after (sorry darling). His dick was now erect and had a thick vein running through it. He threw me onto the bed and held my hands above my head. It was absolutely clear that he was in control here and I was perfectly fine with that. It even seemed natural to me to surrender completely to this strong manly man. My inner feminist was unusually quiet. When he entered me it was a feeling that I cannot put into words. I’ve always thought that size doesn’t matter. Well, I was wrong. Very wrong. It was amazing. Just before my orgasm he suddenly broke away from me. He went to his bag and pulled out a necktie, which he used to tie my hands to the bars of the bed. He didn’t ask permission, which was hot. He told me that if I want to have an orgasm I have to beg for it. I thought it was a joke at first. But every time I was about to cum he stopped…playing gently with my nipples instead or shoving his penis in my mouth. After a while he continued. It was frustrating and hot at the same time. Each time my lust grew and I could hardly think straight. Even now that I’m writing this story, I can’t really remember that phase. My brain was controlled by desire. And he was the reason for this desire. So he controlled my brain, my whole body. I was totally his. When I was very close to orgasm again, I started to whisper “please, please…”. His large hand gently but firmly wrapped around my neck and he said “tell me what you want”. I said please bring me to my climax …I can’t take it anymore. He replied “Tell me you’re my little slut”. I reply, “Yes, I’m your little bitch…please please let me cum.” (Again, my inner feminist was surprisingly quiet.) But finally he brought me to the climax… after what felt like hours of denial and begging. My lust exploded and my hands clawed into my partner’s muscular back. It was amazing…

DANCE OF HUNGER [BBW] [non-consent] [kidnapped] [drugged] [fantasy] [supernatural] [non-humans] [F32] [M40] [M35] [M5000]

…Sophie awoke slowly, as if surfacing from great depth. It was dark. She could hear muffled voices nearby, speaking a language she did not understand. She felt very weak, but surprisingly clear-headed, not something she’d expect after a night in the club… the night in the club… suddenly she did feel a little dizzy.

She tried to turn over, but a sharp tug at her wrist forced her back. She was handcuffed to the bed. Both wrists. She wanted to cry out, to call for help, but fought the urge: who knows who might hear her.

Sophie felt at her handcuffs. They did not feel like regular police handcuffs – not that she had any experience wearing those – but they were clearly heavier, chains much more massive. What was the word… she could not remember and that bothered her more, absurdly, than the fact that she was alone, chained to a strange bed in the dark and surrounded by people speaking no language she could recognize.